Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.
I don't know what bothers me. It's boring to wake up, boring to be drunk, and I've never been to Xie Qiao in my dreams.
Who is covering the sad and bitter music, listening to the wind and rain in this rustling rainy night, watching the snuff burn out bit by bit, making people feel lonely and sleepless all night? In this sleepless night, I don't know what haunts me, which makes people feel bored whether they are asleep or awake, and the happiness they pursue in their dreams is completely disillusioned.
2. Xijiang Moon, a great dream of the world.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
It's a big dream in the world, and the autumn is crisp. At night, the sound of wind blowing leaves rings in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples.
The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy. Who is alone with * * * on Mid-Autumn Festival? Looking at the north sadly.
Everything in the world is like a big dream. How many cool autumn has life experienced? At night, the sound of the wind blowing leaves resounds through the cloister. Look at yourself, there are a few more silver lines in your brow.
Wine is not good, but it worries the guests. Although the moon is bright, it is always covered by clouds. On this Mid-Autumn Night, who can enjoy this wonderful moonlight with me? I can only pick up my glass and look at the north sadly.
3. "After graduation"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Jiao
The previous filth was not enough to brag, but now there is no end to debauchery.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
The difficulties in life and the embarrassment in thought in the past are no longer worth mentioning. Now in to beno. 1, that gloom has gone like the wind, and my heart is really inexhaustible. I really want to embrace this nature. Riding on Chang 'an Road, which is full of spring flowers, today's hooves are particularly light, and I have already seen the flowers in Chang 'an unconsciously.
4. "Five Dissatisfied Books, Part I"
Song dynasty: Lu you
When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain.
It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.
Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.
When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.
When I was young, I was determined to explore the northern Central Plains. I didn't expect it to be so difficult. I often look north at the Central Plains, my blood is boiling, and my grievances are like mountains. I remember beating up the nomads from Guazhou and releasing warships on a snowy night. The autumn wind swept Ma Benteng, recovering the good news of the big three passes.
I think I compared myself to the Great Wall of Wan Li, and made a great wish to sweep away the border troubles for the motherland. Up to now, it is empty talk to expect the recovery of the Northern Expedition. People can't help thinking of Zhu Gekongming, who is really a model. Who made every effort to lead the three armies to the Han Dynasty and establish the Central Plains in the north?
5. Farewell Minister Shu Yun of Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Villa.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.
It hurts my heart even more today.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
Those who left me yesterday were unstoppable, and those who disturbed my mood today made me extremely worried. In the face of this scene, Wan blew the swan geese returning to the south, and they could climb the tall buildings and have a good drink. Your article is as vigorous and fresh as the literary works of the Han Dynasty. My poetic style is as fresh and beautiful as Xie Tiao's.
We are all full of lofty sentiments and exultation, and our jumping thoughts are like flying high in the blue sky to pick the bright moon. It's like drawing a treasure knife to cut running water. The water was not cut off, but flowed faster.
I raised my glass and drank heavily. I wanted to drown my sorrows in wine, but it turned out to be even more worrying. Ah! Life is so unhappy in this world, it is better to let me wander freely in the rivers and lakes in a boat tomorrow (retire from the rivers and lakes).
2. What poems describe suffering? 1. Since ancient times, many beauties have been born and closed to the outside world. -Su Shi's Unfortunate Beauty
2, looking for cold and cheerless, sad and miserable. -Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound Search"
3, the wind has lived in the dust fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. -Li Qingzhao's Spring in Wuling
4, life is born infatuated, this hate has nothing to do with romantic. -Ouyang Xiu's "Lou Yuchun respects money and intends to return"
5. The belt is getting wider and wider. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry. -Wang Guowei's Seven Words on Earth
6. Ask how much you can worry about, just like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?
7. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more sad to raise a glass. -Li Bai's "Xuanzhou Xielou Farewell School Book Shu Yun"
8, three cups of two glasses of wine, how can you beat him, coming late? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. -Li Qingzhao's "Slow Sound Search"
9. If life is just like first sight, why worry about painting a fan in the autumn wind? -Naran Xingde's Mulan Ci, Antique Ci, Cambodian Friends
10, speechless and alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. -Li Yu "Will be happy, go to the West Wing without words"
1 1. Teenagers don't know the taste of worry, so they insist on saying worry for new words. -Xin Qiji's Ugly Slave, Shuboshan Road in the Wall
12, the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and you can see Chang 'an flowers all in one day. -Meng Jiao's "After the Examination"
13, Zhongtian Qian Fan is absent, and the oblique light is full of water. -Wen, "Looking at Jiangnan"
14, a teacher reveals his real name, which is almost the same for thousands of years. -Lu You's "Five Disgruntled Books, Part One"
15, Modao is not charming, the curtain rolls west, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. -Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flower Shade, Mist, Thick Clouds, Song of Eternal Sorrow"
3. What poems describe "Life is bleak and miserable"? 1, hard and cheap physiology, drifting to the present. -Du Fu
Bad luck has frosted my temples and I am down and out. -Du Fu
3, down and out, knowing how to laugh, old friends are surprised. -Bai Juyi
4, every time I meet a sad thing, I still think about it. -Bai Juyi
5, the state-owned body and mind down and out, health care and disease-free. -Lu you
6, everything is sloppy, half-life is late, and people want to be pitied. -Yuan Haowen
7, life has been infatuated since ancient times, this hate has nothing to do with romantic. -Song Ouyang Xiu's Lou Yuchun
8. Affectionate Since ancient times, the origin of good dreams is the easiest to be awakened. -Qing Shi Qing "Yi Xi Topic"
9. After thinking about it several times, I'd rather miss it! -Hu Shi's Life Checker
10, how much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward. -"Yu Meiren"
4. A poem describing the sufferings of life Du Fu's thatched cottage was broken by the autumn wind.
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Du Fu
Original text:
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. What's the point of getting wet all night?
There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
It is difficult for me to read a poem describing the sadness of life.
Author Li Bai, Tang Dynasty,
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Translation annotation
Jinbei famous wine, per barrel 1000 yuan; The exquisite dishes in the jade plate are worth 10 thousand yuan.
I feel depressed in my chest. You can't eat without drinking. Draw your sword and look around, my heart is really at a loss.
Want to cross the Yellow River, ice and snow blocked the river; If you want to climb Taihang Mountain, the vast snow has already closed the mountain.
Like Lushang Yuxi, waiting for a comeback; Like Yi Yin's dream, he sailed through Japan.
How difficult it is to travel in the world, how difficult it is; With so many roads in front of me, should I go from north to south?
I believe that one day, I can ride the wind and waves; Hang Yun Fan high and move forward in the sea!
6. Describe the sad poems with white hair and everlasting regret.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Autumn wind and autumn rain are worrying!
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Teenagers don't know the taste of trouble, and they are worried about giving new words.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
I would have compared my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon clears the canal.
Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.
When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.
In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
7. A poem living in pain reminds me of my brother on a moonlit night.
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
The drums of the defenders cut off people's communication, and a lonely goose was singing in autumn in the frontier.
The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright!
Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death.
Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop.
This poem was written by Du Fu in Qin Zhou in the autumn of 759 in Gan Yuan, Tang Suzong. In the 14th year of Tianbao in Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty (755), An Shi Rebellion broke out. In September of the second year of Gan Yuan, An Lushan and Shi Siming set out from Fanyang to the south, captured Bianzhou and entered Luoyang in the west. Shandong and Henan are at war. At that time, Du Fu's younger brothers were scattered in this area, and because of the war, there was no communication, which made him feel intense anxiety and yearning. This poem is a true record of his thoughts and feelings at that time.
8. Tragic and tragic poem Nalan Rong Ruo and appreciation of his ci are given to you: Hua Tangchun won two ecstasy in his life for two generations.
Acacia does not face each other, who is spring? Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck. If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.
This word is the representative of Rong Ruo's description of love. The person you love no longer belongs to you, even if you miss each other, you are not helpless in the end.
There are many obstacles in the way of love. If you can get this feeling, you will sacrifice everything you want. ) who reads the west wind alone in Huanxisha, and the yellow leaves close the window.
Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets. Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea.
At that time, only Tao was ordinary. (I like the sentence "Only pottery was unusual at that time", which is dull with invisible pain.
The west wind blows, the yellow leaves fall, how lonely, and my thoughts return to the past. In the past, the scene was very ordinary, and ordinary things were gone. That kind of beauty can only be found in memories. )
On the third night, the plum flute has fallen, and no one knows where the moon is. I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what you are crying about, and I remember my life in a heartbreaking voice.
("I remember my life in the voice of heartbroken" can be said to be the crowning touch of this word. Do people need fame and fortune in their life? Melancholy is because what is needed is not material. Who can understand this? Looking back on life, no one understands that what is in his heart is the most painful. )
At dusk, Yu Meiren listened to ChengTouJiao again, and was in a bad mood. The initial boiling of the medicine furnace is short and green, and there is no lingering fragrance and half a trace of annoyance.
Affectionate since ancient times, the original disease, clear mirror cherish clear shadow. With a flick of a finger, tears fell like silk, and the Central Committee and Dongfeng Hugh sent jade people to know.
There was another war in the frontier, but I fell ill at this time. I really want to send a letter home, but I'm afraid my family, especially her, will worry. If she knew she was ill, would her delicate body stand it? I would rather suffer alone than let the people I love worry about me. ) the dream of the mountain is over, and the spring mountain is reflected in the mirror.
Fang regretted being too careless in the past and took a casual look. Pei Huan should only return to the moon. What's the point of sending her to this world?
How many drops of residual red wax tears, when will it dry? I like the sentence "I want to talk, my dream is over". Many things in the world are unclear and unclear. This sentence brings out the heaviness of the whole word. The person you love is not around you, and you will never forget your eyebrows, and your heart is infinitely melancholy. Only the candle in front of the stage knows your mind. )
The wind floc of Hanako has turned into a flat, and the mud lotus is just a thousand lotus roots; Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life. People feel sentimental and thin, and now they really regret it; Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero.
My former feelings are past tense, but I have been struggling with them. Perhaps the influence of this feeling is too deep, and it has been integrated with itself at the moment and will never be forgotten.
I feel great pain at the thought of the past. ) Where is Nanxiangzi Quenching Wu Gou? This is a barren city with a flowing pillow.
It used to be a dragon battlefield, and it was chilly. The grass is covered with frost, and the autumn wind is everywhere.
Think of yourself as idle, and you will always grow old together. Don't change your youth and be young.
How many heroes only waste mountains. This word is full of tragic feelings. How many heroes only waste mountains? What about the prince and the prince? They are tired of worldly fame and fortune. It's just a waste of youth. Time flies. Do you still want to pursue this fleeting achievement? Recalling Su Shuanglin Buddhist Temple in the south of the Yangtze River, I feel exhausted and the monk is incomplete.
Wind and rain kill life and death, deja vu and loneliness, but I can't wake up. Shake it back and blow it clearly.
The golden well leaves are floating in the dark. At first glance, the wind will settle, the bell will ring and the blessing will recommend the whole city. (The Iraqis are dead, but their hearts are dead. What they see is the lonely scene of Xiao Suo, and what they hear is the cold voice. Even if he has not yet become a monk, he has the intention of escaping into an empty door and staying out of the world. )
Bodhisattva drinks cold and knocks on the window, and the fragrance lingers in autumn. The only way is not to hurt the spirit, the blue is wet.
Bored lying alone, fingers are too light. Remember the other one, Taohua and Liuwansi.
("The only way is not to hurt the spirit, the blue is wet." It's beautifully written, and it's sad to recall the scene when I broke up with you in spring. It's already early autumn, and I keep telling myself to let go of my arms and not indulge in memories. Unexpectedly, the thought of you brings tears to my eyes. )
The crystal curtain of Bodhisattva is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have nothing to ask about clothes, and the moon has gone west.
The west wind is blowing in the weft, so you are not allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to cry.
My wife just died, and since then, heaven and man have been separated forever. Since then, no one has bought me cold clothes, and no one has given me gentle care. Autumn has arrived, and I can't help but recall last autumn. Even though I feel very painful and helpless, I want to cry without tears. )
The Bodhisattva sent someone to Fen Liang to get to know this gentleman. At the moment, the situation is bleak, and Huang Wei is alone. The flag of tobacco and alcohol is blue, and the fish market in the water town is sunny.
The dream of the tower tonight, the spring pulse is cold. Straight across Thrushcross Bridge, the Qiantang River is at high tide.
(Nalan Rong Ruo and Gu Huafeng are like brothers. They got a bosom friend all their lives and died without regret. It's easier to add icing on the cake than to send charcoal in the snow.
Rong Ruo attaches great importance to feelings and justice, and his friends are willing to lend a helping hand in times of difficulty. The whole poem is a little sad, and at the same time it has a sense of tranquility and peace, which is the best in Farewell to Friends. )
Who is the confidant of Lotus Cup? It's over. Won and missed his life.
Love is as ruthless as ever, don't regret it clearly. Mo Daofang changes all the time, day and night.
Take care of yourself. Show Iraq the maze and come back, wash away the rain and wash away the legacy.
Who does this "bosom friend" refer to, lover? Or a dead wife? I believe only the author knows. The word has a good transition from just to soft, from bright to dark, and there is no sudden feeling.
The last sentence of Shangque's "I regret not being clear at the beginning" and the last sentence of Xiaque's "Dredging the rain and washing the legacy" show this feeling to the fullest. ) Jin Luqu Jian Liangfen shed endless tears, not because he and Qiong Lou were lonely and came to the world by mistake.
How blessed are the channel idiots, who are born with wisdom. Don't be tired any more.
Why not be an official like a broken stalk? Only generals and voices bark at the group. Heaven wants to ask, and rest.
I judge myself to be haggard. Go to Ding Ning, where the fragrance flows easily, while the jade flows lightly.
Envy to kill the guests in the world of mortals, blindly lead a drunken life. Song cried again, guess what it means.
Wu, who has not survived, is intervening in the present and future. You know me, Fen Liang.
This word is soft in the middle and soft in the middle. Reading between the lines, we can see the chivalrous side of Rong Ruo. Wu is. In the early Qing Dynasty, there were many unjust cases in the imperial examinations. Wu Zhaoqian was wronged and sentenced to exile from Ningguta. Gu Huafeng and he racked their brains and asked for help everywhere, and finally came from Ning.
9. An ancient poem describing the miserable life in rural areas: Du Fu.
The autumn wind broke the hut.
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!
There are thousands of luxury houses in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world very happy. The wind and rain do not move! Alas, when I suddenly saw this house in front of me, my family froze to death alone!
(It's bad enough)